A Teenage Girl's Never Ending Need (The Butterflies Will Eat You From the Inside)

Desperation is an unflattering shade of sin on a pretty young woman but it is one I have worn for longer than I know. I am 17 and for the last three years I have become a shell of my former self: I am a hollow body with boys on the brain and butterflies in my stomach. As a kid, I was always anxious. The nerves settled through my body, cocooning themselves around my heart and in my throat. When I met my first drug boy of choice (BoC), with every glance we shared I could feel small wings emerge from each childhood cocoon. It started out small, a fluttering nervous feeling that left my body long after we parted ways. After a brief talking stage, he left me with nothing to show and nothing to subdue the rapidly multiplying insects. Nothing to make this ugly need of mine worthwhile. With each boy that followed, these butterflies returned in full force and very quickly started escaping through my mouth. Each escapee screamed to the BoC, “ throw me on the bed, kiss me like I’m yours, le...